This is a song about "Dead babies"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Not likely like stay long please

Because i'll eat yo babies

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

I'm everything that they call nice

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies